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11 March, 2008
Mission: Accomplished
Today was among the special occasions in my life. For once, I feel proud of myself. For once, I feel that I'm not entirely useless. For once, I feel a sense of accomplishment that I've never had before.
Money sure can buy lotsa things, but seeing those smiles and those watery eyes is just so priceless that nuthin' in this world could ever buy. At times like this, how I wish time would elapse very slowly, allowing us to cherish every single millisecond that pass.
I think today is the best achievement I've ever made in my life. Today, I made history.
Mum, dad, happy 19th anniversary..
I love you two more than anything else in the world, even more than I love my own life. I don't know what I'll do without you both. Seeing you guys happy is enough to make me feel whole again. I really really appreciate your sacrifices throughout my whole 18 years of living, and I know that no matter how hard I'll try to repay you both, it'll never be as equivalent. I respect the perseverance you both had; no matter how hard they try to fuck up our family and cause us 1001 problems, you both have always been there to at least uphold our family name.
And I'm sorry if I hardly produce results. I've tried. I've failed. I've tried again. And I've never stop trying. Maybe it's just my luck. I guess it's hard being a first child huh? Well, everything happens for a reason, yeah? Thank you both for accepting me as who I am; although I do get boiled up at times when you start comparing me with other teens. And I know that you both meant good. Well I just hate to be compared with. Oh and thanks so much for being the best caring parents any child could ever have.
How I wish you both could read this note.. How I wish I could say these to the both of you.. I'm sorry I can't. All i could say is that I love you both (even though I've never mentioned it, 'cuz i think actions speak louder than words..). Maybe you two might come across this blog one day and only then you'll understand me well..
Anyhoots, happy 19th anniversary... Cheers.
Note To Self:
hmmm...
at 3am in the morning?
i don't know..
your message just made me more and more confused.
for all i know,
it could contain a hundred and one meaning.
is this the part where the hero dies again,
or is this the part where the heroine saves the day..?
i need some time on my own now..
reminisced;
- 11:21 PM
